Tag Archives: presence

The Forever Land

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in the forever land

where we land with no bones

nor clothes there

is it forever night

or forever day

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can we hope for

a tomorrow where there is no

sunrise or sundown

or we being everywhere

will be forever

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or we being forever now

can expect to be

everywhere blinded

to the light or

to the darkness

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Transformation Into A Tree

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so the spell is cast

I have been transformed

rather quickly into

a tree well planted in a bed

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I can’t go anywhere – fast

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physically only energy runs

now through the roots

branches and hair spread

everywhere around the room

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I will adjust to this

miracle straight from a grim

fairy tale so light may seep

through tracing a path

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Post Tenebras Lux

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time goes by with no stopping

sliding doors of death

opening and closing at each

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passing I try to grasp

those words attached as

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tiny light in darkness

coloring the pitch hues

of me trapped in sickness

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Out Of Darkness

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out of darkness

I hear my steps

defining the path

I barely see ahead

behind me far away

echoes the lights

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blown away by

the summer tempests

two seasons ago

yet no healing

standing defined

no hope calling out

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Frozen Are My Lips

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frozen are my lips

in a January twilight’s

one of many still ones

silent and clear

as crystal drops

suspended all around

are the words of

the poem dancing

around my head

waiting to be seen

heard and repeated

from the heart frozen

are my fingertips

as poetry melts my

life of many pages

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January Morning

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out of the dark gray morning

the turtle dove calls

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same song she plays

on all seasons to call me

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out of sleep into the awakened

daily life the tiresome day life

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holding a couple of songs

such as hers

to keep me standing

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The Poetic Space Revised

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wondering if sickness

is the absence of peace

or better is it the noise of pain

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all over or in a specific

place the deterrent of poetry

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the confusion it carries

severing us from my own idea

of the poetic space

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Lover Of Silence

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me instead

known lover of silence

I have a bone inside of me

now like an old root curved

cracked a bit deformed

screaming out its deep pain

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an unexpected growth

this tumor makes of its own

a loud and insistent sound

that I can’t understand

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I feel like a mother at loss

trying to interpret the scream

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to put a remedy to it

to put a loving tender caress

on top of it yet all I try

seems invane

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this cry rips me

with each move

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I do not speak

this language that

took over me while

trying to get out of me

it doesn’t want to leave

me clinging madly

demanding my attention

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On Relationships IV

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we had lived together

for quite some time

we did things together

I though I was all right

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until I started to talk

about it and I was told

it was a malignant one

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one that would have

certainly killed me

if I didn’t kill it first

so the fight started

to get it out of my tent

knifes and chemicals

it doesn’t seem to have

any desire to leave

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I keep on thinking

why do I hold such slow

suicidal breakup modes

from toxic relationships

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this is a clinger a real

stalker that keeps

on breaking in

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